This has all the trademarks of Hallmark -- lily white, clean and scrubbed, upper middle class, suburban softcore malaise.

In other words, it oozes what we now call white privilege and entitlement. Even in its faux teen messiness, it feels trivial in its woe-is-me preciousness.

What's missing, thankfully, is that whenever the teen daughters seem vulnerable, that the single parent does NOT feel obligated to try to give them a comforting Mr. Cleaver style lecture that mysteriously makes everything feel alright.

Nonetheless, in that way, this is still more like Wonder Years for modern teens in the Pacific North West. If this movie's purpose was to remind us of the vapidness of whiny self-absorbed suburban teen white girls and flat-affected suburban teen white boys, then mission accompished. This story reeks with so-what-ism.

Grief can be very confusing and you just don't know how you will react until it happens. Losing someone as important as a mother during adolescent years would only make it more so. I think this is exactly how a teenage girl might react with the pressures of sex always there in those years added to the intensity of how the grief process can be. I especially like how Sophie's friends are such good support for her, staying with her while she works this out internally. This is probably not a film for a lot of people who may not understand what's going on. I will be interested to see further work this filmmaker does in future.

I am hoping I can expect more of my three young ones than this disgraceful and dysfunctional display....... Really creepy to think this is a relationship representation......

I too found the lead Sophie Jones totally distasteful in the first few minutes of the film and this did not improve in fact worsened if anything......